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Monday, November 07, 2005

The bow shatow

Drive a good two hours out of Paris towards the East of France and you will pass through a little village by the curious name of Colombey les deux églises, which translates roughly to Colombey of two churches. It's a picture postcard little place, full of gentle rolling green hills and neat little stone houses. The two churches the name refers to are actually the village church and what used to be a fair sized monastery adjacent to it. The cemetary in front of the church bears the grave of none other than good ol' Charlie boy - that's General Charles de Gaulle to you and me, chère lecteur. Mere mortal frogs lower their gazes in reverential awe at the mention of the Great Man, some even dream of blowing their savings on a pilgrimage to the sacred village of Colombey, home to his grave AND his childhood home. What Mecca is to Islam, Colombey is to French patriotism. Alas, not all the little people are privy to the privilege and many die a death of unfulfilled patriotic duty, a sorrowful ending of dreams unrealised.
The Purebred gentry of this world, however, bears no such pilgrimatory ambition. Nay, it prefers to aim a tad higher and make C2E the location of its cosy little country home. However, in keeping with the capricious nature of the blue blooded sort, these folks aren't going to settle for just any old country shack, non, non, non et non siree Bob. A home away from home is all about location, location, location, mes chers, and the Purebreds will be damned if one of the églises in Colombey-les-deux-églises won't have their name on it (or at least on the mailbox out front). Bad luck has it that the church has already been taken by the pious clergy, hence the former monastery, it will have to do.
And so it came to pass that a certain Poulette spent the Toussaints holidays warming her feet in front of an open fireplace in a former monastery in Colombey-les-deux-églises. Oh the bliss of being woken up by chirping birds as opposed to the ubiquitous beeping scooters of the city of lights! Oh the joy of feeding a suitably grateful half-jawed stray cat every morning, noon and evening (although one might choose to leave the petting to the Purebred, henceforth known as The Man Of The Iron Stomach)! Oh the coziness of an indoor open fire allowing one to indulge in a BBQ in the depth of autumn (albeit bearing the cross of eating ones roast beef rare to avoid murderous glares from the Purebred should one deign to asks for well-done)! Oh the crispness of the autumn wind as one embarks on long walks in the countryside! Oh the Frenchness of the breakfast bauguette from the village boulangerie coupled with home-made Purebred cranberry marmalade! Oh the joy of a perfect wine and cheese combo that wraps up a delicious dinner every night! Oh the yawn-inducing drive-me-to-drink boredom of it all! Because after four whole days of this - yeah, sure, pleasurable - little getaway, were we effing ready to head back to civilization. The place, where a laptop comes connected to the INTERNET! The place where watching DVD's and TV is a guilt-free affair! The place, where cooking is not the only dubious source of entertainment!
If nothing else, this experience has taught me a few important lessons: a country creature, I am not. The 'burbs, they are creepy. And you can take the cityslicker out of the city, but you'll never take the city out of the Poulette. No matter how fiercely it burns.



PS: by the way, does anyone actually get the title of this post?

13 Comments:

  • At 11/09/2005 02:22:00 PM, Blogger Blodnjak said…

    City child too? At my uncles farm it was sooo quiet I couldn't sleep at all. Miss the sound of traffic and people around /need noise to enjoy silece/ ;)

     
  • At 11/09/2005 03:22:00 PM, Anonymous crni said…

    Beau chateau?

    Just guessing here.

    Good to hear you escaped Paris. Although Brussels doesn't seem much better off. Hard to say following things just on the web.

     
  • At 11/09/2005 05:14:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Blodnjak: I might add that it's easier for me to bear this sort of escapade in France than in Slovenia, simply due to the exotic factor. But I know my limits regardless.

    Crni: Right on! I was afraid it was too abstract. As far as the cities in flames go, I have to say I wouldn't even know it was going on (either in Paris or in Brussels) if it weren't for the news...

     
  • At 11/09/2005 05:26:00 PM, Anonymous rainbow warrior said…

    Yeah, coz you know what they say - once you've lived thru the Balkan war (to say nothing of the civil war in Lebanon where our Poulette modeled for a while as a child model, earning tons of lebanese gold), you can hardly notice a riot.

     
  • At 11/10/2005 11:41:00 AM, Blogger peter said…

    >does anyone actually get the title

    reluctant as I am to comment, for obvious reasons, I confess:
    at first glance I read it "The boat show". hence a slight disappointment after reading through the post...

    as far as I'm concerned, "The boat show" beats "Beau chateau" by miles, any time

     
  • At 11/14/2005 08:44:00 AM, Anonymous After Nightfall said…

    If I'd ever doubted I ought to have been born French, this confirms it. Rare barbecued steaks? Count your blessings, girl.

     
  • At 11/15/2005 01:32:00 AM, Blogger Doug Bagley said…

    Poulette,
    I've lived both in the city and in the country. One thing I don't miss about country living is being awakened at 2 a.m. to chase and capture a tree frog who somehow got in the house, or worse yet, a opposum. Yes, you read that right, but I'll save that story for my blog.

     
  • At 11/15/2005 07:53:00 PM, Blogger negrito said…

    May i have a nose like le grand Charles ? that would be great eheheh

     
  • At 11/15/2005 10:19:00 PM, Blogger negrito said…

    By the way, wanna share a hot chgocolate one day ?

     
  • At 11/15/2005 11:23:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Negrito: sharing hot chocolate with a royal bear would be a pleasure and an honour. I'll wear my new brown boots for the occassion, 'kay?

     
  • At 11/15/2005 11:49:00 PM, Anonymous crni said…

    Damnit, the bears get all the hot chicks. A bear gimp, no less, ha ha.

     
  • At 11/16/2005 01:01:00 PM, Anonymous rainbow warrior said…

    Hum,if Crni is getting all jealous 'bout hot chocolate, I can only imagine the jealousy of La Baguette (aka the Purebred)...

     
  • At 11/17/2005 12:24:00 AM, Anonymous crni said…

    Not jealous, enious. And now I better stop, otherwise La CrnijevaPunca might get jealous for real.

     

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